Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2006 19:10:15 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: precinct twenty three -pt3 / TEMPEST WILLIAMS
Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-3
TEMPEST WILLIAMS...
...was trouble from the moment he was conceived. His mother was a
hooker, whom used her pussy to get everything she ever had in life. She
never knew who Tempest's real father was, he was but one a million
nameless faces she'd come across. She continued to prostitute through her
pregnancy, even up into her ninth month. Tempest was born with great
difficulty, causing his mother to died in child birth. Tempest was taken
in by his grandmother whom later died of a massive heart attack in her
own home, leaving a 2 year old Tempest alone with her decaying body
during the hottest day of the year. After a week of surviving off of dry
cereal and toilet water, neighbors called the police to report the awful
smell coming from their apartment.
Tempest was adopted by several different families over the next 11
years, most of which were brutal and abusive to him. By age 13 he was a
runaway, and thrown into a boy's facility where he became a ward of the
state. As one of the youngest boys there, he was often raped and beaten
by the older more aggressive boys and staff. By age 16 he began fighting
back when he bit off one of his most frequent rapist's penises, and
gouged another one's eyes out. After that, he gained the reputation of
being crazy. This kept the other aggressive's at bay. So with nothing to
lose, he began to play the part.
By age 18 he was released back into the public on his own. With no
education and no job skills, he easily found his way into the drug scene.
First as a user, then a dealer. His record showed him as being in and out
of jail a lot over the next few years, for everything from armed robbery
and assault, to drug sales. But none of the charges ever stuck, and he
was never convicted of any crimes. Tempest's old ruthless reputation at
the boy's correctional facility carried over into the streets, where he
moved quickly up the drug dealer's latter of success, murdering
competition and police alike that threatened to stand in his way.
Now Tempest stands on the brink of one of the biggest moves of his 25
year old life, one poised to make him millions if distributed right. He's
created a new highly addictive drug on the market, one designed to
heighten sex drives. The drug (called "sextacy") is in cocaine form, and
has already been linked to a rash of rapes, violence, and deaths across
the neighborhood. Police have been trying to contain its spread through
the city by tightening its drug force, causing Tempest to use alternative
methods to get the new product to all his best known drug houses. He's
been using kids (of all ages) to smuggle his drugs pass police to those
houses. In most cases the cops are looking for adults, not underage kids
whom seem to walk by the officers practically unnoticed. The children
(from elementary school age up to high school) smuggle the drugs in round
metal containers which are shoved up their asses, so even if they are
stopped by eagle eyed officers, nothing is found in their possession on
their person and they are turned free.
Tempest knows a "drug war" would be imminent, as rival gangs and corrupt
cops try to muscle in on his business. But he stands tall, and is
prepared to go down with a fight. For he knows FATE is on his side.
He stands atop one of his many buildings, on the roof of his very first
independent drug house, the first one that started his current cash flow.
It was a five story derelict, the ground floor and basement fortified
with steel doors and cement to prevent easy raids. If the cops wanted
into this facility, they had to blast their way in, -no battering rams
here.
He stood facing the city, with his back to the projects he grew up in,
-and dreamed. Right now he was on the verge of owning this neighborhood,
but he had eyes on a bigger site. He watched the sun go down over the
horizon, with City Hall in the far distance. Soon he would be running
this entire city, and the mayor and his constituents would bow at his
feet, much like the bitch kneeling before him right now.
Harvey Howard is Council man for the current mayor's office. He's a
community leader with over 20 years of service for the betterment of the
black community. He's also had a major drug addiction since from before
office, and is now on his knees in front of Tempest Williams, doing his
personal best to make the frightful drug dealer cum in his mouth.
Tempest takes a break from day dreaming and sun gazing to look down at
the man at his feet. Howard had been working on Temp's dick for the pass
30 minutes, sucking hard on the long stiff curved male appendage as he
devoured much of the man's meat. It usually took Tempest a while to cum,
as he was a man obsessed with control. He made his cock suckers work for
their meal, no one got off easy while he was around. And he loved making
weaklings out of strong men and public figures. Figures like Councilmen
Howard, whom blasted drug dealers publicly, but was their best customer
behind closed doors. Howard wasn't gay, he was a family man with a wife,
children, and even grand children. Tempest decided to give Howard a
reality check one day when he came through their drug infested hood for a
hit. "Temp" (as he's sometimes called) pulled Howard's "fat rich off the
community's" ass out of his expensive ride, and made him suck his dick
right there on the corner of Ogontz and Drumming. People looked on in
amazement as Councilmen Howard was reduced to Tempest's cock sucker. But
Howard knew better than to oppose Tempest, and did exactly what the man
ordered. He sucked Tempest's hard dick in front of friends and neighbors
until he felt the man's dick pulse, then flood his throat with cum. He
choked and gagged on the flood, throwing up on the ground after Tempest
removed his penis from his throat. This was a signal to the community
that they had a new leader, one with the guts and the balls to "fuck the
law". To piss on the face of authority, and cum down their collective
throats.
Now council men Howard was a steady supporter of Tempest's cum, having
swallowed buckets of the salty nectar since that first encounter. Tempest
often looked in amusement at the fat bald community servant worshiping
his meat, sucking feverishly on his dick (or anyone else's he ordered the
cowardly 50 year old to suck) as he readied himself for the torrent of
cum he knew would come.
Howard bobbed his head back and forth, feeling Tempest's stiff meat grow
extra rigid as he got closer to orgasm. He took the long prick into his
throat, swallowing the full length over and over as he brought the man to
the edge. He could taste the steady flow of pre-cum on his taste-buds. He
knew he was about to get another mouthful, and sucked ever harder on the
head, knowing that Tempest liked that motion best. Without fore warning,
Howard felt his mouth suddenly fill with a massive dose of semen. Tempest
made no sound as the cum oozed from his dick with a thick gush. One
second Howard as sucking soundly, the next his cheeks puffed outward with
sperm. He quickly pulled his sealed lips back and swallowed, gulping down
3 full helpings of hot sperm before Tempest finally packed his deflating
snake back into his pants. Council man Howard remained on his knees
obediently, awaiting his next order.
"Come with me." was all Tempest said, taking one last look at the sun as
it faded slowly away.
The two men disappeared down into a bunker on the roof, which was
quickly sealed by one of Tempest's men. They descended the stairs, going
deeper into the house. Each lever had a different use. The top floors
doubled mostly as sleeping quarters for the dealers and the runners that
didn't have places to crash at of their own, or for workers that worked
around the clock and needed a place to get a quick nap in. But the men
also used them to get their "grove on" whenever they came across a junkie
or a hooker worthy to make a deal. Sometimes they'd find a girl (or guy)
willing to "put out" for a hit. They'd take them up to one of the many
derelict rooms where they'd fuck them or make them suck as many dicks as
possible before giving them what they wanted. Many of these people were
given high doses of the drugs to keep them disoriented and dazed for days
while the drug dealers took turn fucking them over and over. When the
drugs finally wore off, they'd find themselves face down in the alley or
a back yard of some house they'd never seen before, their pussies or
asshole wrecked for life as they have no idea or knowledge of where they
been.
The basement was where Tempest had his manufactures hard at work making
his drugs. They worked around the clock, alternating shifts to keep up
with demand. This was one of 3 houses that made his stuff, and Tempest
made sure to keep an iron glove on at all times.
The sub-basement (or "dungeon" -as he liked to call it) is the place
where Tempest like to take his enemies, and those he wished to
intimidate. Council men Howard got more nervous the further down they
went. He paused at the door of the sub-basement, curling back as the
stench of rotted flesh attacked his nose like an army troop. He followed
Tempest down the final flight of stairs, hearing the groans and grunt of
someone in pain. His eyes widened in fear as they entered a torture room
where they found 3 naked men chained in various positions.
ONE; was chained from the ceiling, his arms over head leaving the weight
of his body to dangle above the ground. He was unconscious, and looked as
if he'd been hanging there for ages. Tempest informed Howard that he was
a dealer of his, that was caught skimming money off his sales. As an
example to others, he had the young 16 year old gang fucked by hundreds
of men, one man for each dollar he stole. He still had another 50 fucks
to go before Tempest would put him back on the streets to work for him,
this time as a male prostitute instead of a drug dealer.
TWO; was a dealer from a rival gang that tried to muscle in on his
territory. His boyz rushed the dealer, taking him and his loot down
before the man knew what was happening. He was beaten senseless, falling
unconscious after as he was stomped into the ground by two car loads of
men. When he came to in the dungeon, he was chained, butt fucked, and
fisted until he passed out again. This was repeated over and over as a
warning for anyone else dumb enough to enter into Temp's turf.
THREE; was a undercover agent trying to invade Tempest's lair. He was
discovered when one of Tempest's men recognized him from a former drug
bust. This made Temp and his men keep an eye on the officer, whom was
followed straight to the precinct when he thought he wasn't being
watched. This was all the proof Temp needed as an indicate of his
connection with law enforcement. Tempest decided a special punishment for
the undercover officer, and ordered him with around the clock fuckings.
Temp's men took sweet advantage of the bound cop and face/butt fucked him
every chance they got. The middle aged officer had no choice but to
submit as he sucked every dick, every ball, and ate every smelly asshole
that came his way. His anus was attacked by these same dicks, long hard
thick fat black dongs rammed into his white/pink colored ass, leaving a
thick coating of blood, cum, and shit gushing from his innards. He lay
face down across a padded bench, his arms and legs chained at the base,
leaving his mouth and ass at waist level. He was fucked a myriad of
times, hoping that someone would find him before his torment was done.
But alas, the end came near as Tempest and Howard entered the room.
Howard didn't understand why he was here. He'd done everything Tempest
asked of him since that first encounter on the side walk. He watched as
the white officer was fucked over and over, his back and ass red with
whelps and bruises from where the dealers beat him during sex. They'd
slap (and in most cases punch him) really hard, while they rammed their
big dicks in and out of his holes. The officer never fought back or
hesitated, hoping his cooperation would somehow make a difference. When
the last man to fuck him finally came a huge orgasm and pulled out,
Tempest moved Howard in for a close up. The officer's hole was ruined. It
gaped open like an open can of beans, gushing out warm cum, piss, and
blood. Tempest used the tip of his walking stick (or cane), to point out
how huge the man's hole had become. Hours upon hours, day after day of
hard steady fucking would leave anyone's ass in bad shape. Tempest tossed
his cane into the air, then caught it on the spin in his hand on the
opposite end. The cane was 32 inches long black lacquer, with a custom
made 9" slightly curved gold dildo handle which was molded from Tempest's
own dick. He kissed the tip of that handle, then pointed it down towards
the officer's exposed anus and shoved. The officer yelled at the top of
his lungs as his asshole was invade well pass the 9" mark.
Council men Howard stared in fear as he watched Tempest bury nearly half
his cane up the poor man's ass. Tempest freed his own cock and
immediately began to ram the cane in and out, drawing more blood, shit,
and cum from the man's torn innards. The cop pulled wildly against the
iron chains holding him into place. His screams were agonizing,
resonating throughout the sub-basement, basement, and perhaps the ground
floor of the building. Tempest laughed out loud to himself as he pulled
the cane totally free, then rammed it all the way back up in the cop's
ass a good 15 inches. He did this over and over until his own dick
started to throb in the open. Howard fell to his knees and instantly
started eating Tempest's load just as it oozed out from the tip. Howard
drank himself a second serving without even being summoned. He was indeed
a good lackey.
Tempest removed his cane only after he finished orgasm in Howard's
mouth. Howard was still sucking the remains of his load from his rubbery
dick when his cane came out of the officer's badly battered buttock.
Tempest examined the shitty, cummy, bloody handle, all gooey and drippy
with slime. He pushed council men Howard off his spent prick, and ordered
the mayor's advisor to "lick it clean". Howard looked up in shock as the
cane was presented to his mouth. His eyes watered in frustration as he
extended his tongue and started licking off slime. Tempest watched
through cold eyes as the council man ran his tongue along the sides,
swallowing anything that entered his mouth. Then Tempest ordered him to
"suck it". Howard took the long curved golden dick between his lips and
sucked, running his talented lips up and down the full length. Tempest
watched the council men's lips inch pass the point where his balls would
be, and shoved the cane forward just to see how much more the man could
actually take. Howard's eyes bulged as the cane pushed further into his
throat. He felt something pop, and worried about abrasions. Once
thoroughly cleaned, Tempest pulled the handle free, and wiped up the
remaining spit with a handkerchief.
"Now, suck his asshole." ordered Tempest with a stone face.
Howard felt his stomach curl, but did as he was told. He crawled up
behind the panting officer, then started to lick his red glowing ass
cheeks. Tempest grabbed Howard by the back of his bald head, and pushed
his entire face between the white man's ass cheeks. Howard's face was
buried in ass slime as his extended tongue sought out the man's gaping
hole.
"Yeah, bitch! THAT's how you eat ass! You gots to put your face into it!"
said Temp, grinding Howard's face in the mixture mess.
The smell was horrible. He could taste the blood and piss, but his
taste-buds were overwhelmed by the even stronger tastes of shit and
semen. He was forced to eat everything that came out of the cop's ass.
After what felt like life time, he was finally pulled free. By now the
cop's reddened ass was clean of any signs of slime.
"Unchain him." ordered Tempest. His flunkies responded immediately. They
held the weary officer up by his arms, his legs much too weak to support
his weight. Standing upward, more cum and piss flowed from his stretched
hole, dropping to the floor in loud drips. Howard looked the dazed
officer in the face, getting a good look at him. He recognized him almost
instantly as the undercover cop that arrested him 2 years earlier for
hiring a hooker. His face was bruised, his lips swollen from too much
cock sucking. Fresh cum dripped wetly from his chin, while dried cum
pealed from his face and cheeks like a weird skin disease. Their eyes
met, and for a brief second the officer thought he was rescued.
"Take him to meet KONG." said Tempest, leading the way out the door. The
officer was dragged behind by two men, his feet getting scrapped on the
hard harsh floor. Tempest lead them further down the hall to the last
door of the house. The scent of decay got stronger the closer they got.
Tempest used a key to unlock the door. Howard and the officer could hear
the growing growls of an animal inside. The door open, and the smell of
rotted bodies hit like a dense fog. A light was flipped on, to reveal an
iron bar caged room, holding a 6 foot black furred african gorilla
inside. He was sickly looking, angry, hungry, horny, and chained to the
opposite wall with a 20 foot chained leash.
"WHAT THE FUCK...??!!" screamed Howard, as the animal charged, only to be
held back by the leash.
"That's KONG! Ain't he a beauty? I bought him from a Zoo keeper with a
strong addiction to my drug." smiled Tempest, proudly. "Throw him in."
The two henchmen dragged the struggling officer into the room, then
pushed him forward. The cop fell within the cage, then scrambled to get
to his feet. But hours of being chained down left his limbs numb and
unable to support him. He saw the Gorilla snarl, playing with his
enormous erect penis. He growled angrily, then charge again, but this
time he was within reach. The Gorilla pounced on top of him, it's claws
tearing into his flesh as his arms squeezed him tightly with bone
crushing strength. The officer screamed a blood curdling wail, as the
Gorilla quickly aimed his wrist thick 13" black erection up to the
officer's poorly battered hole and shoved.
"We've injected KONG with "sextacy". He's been horny and looking for a
partner for hours. Hope you enjoy your last few minutes of life as the
Gorilla fucks you to death." laughed Tempest, watching the officer's eyes
bulge outward as the ape bore inward. KONG roared like the KING he was as
his black cock ripped and stretched open the screaming man's asshole to
shreds before fucking in and out with powerful thrusts.
"YOU'RE CRAZY!! YOU'RE CRAZY!!" screamed Howard, running in circles as he
tried to exit the room. Temp's men stopped him easily, holding him in
place while the Gorilla fucked his first ass in weeks.
"You go back and tell your mr mayor that there's a new Mayor in town! One
that's not afraid to take this city by the BALLS! You tell him that if he
wants on this gravy train, he's welcomed to come down here and kneel by
your side as you teach him to SUCK MY DICK, otherwise him and his fucking
council can BURN with the rest of the city! Got that... Howard?!"
"YES, YES, YES!" screamed Howard, shaking in his boots as he pisses his
pants. Tempest motions for his men to release the council man, and he
quickly vacates the premises. He runs up the two flights of stairs and
out the front door into the public towards his parked car, completely
unaware of all the cum, blood, and shit slime still coating his pudgy
face.